Dead bodies, squabbling birds, and taxes: a day full of omens.
Update: Day’s over, I’m fine, rest of day was uneventful, omens proven to be crap. Back to business as usual.
I’m writing this out quick just in case I end up in the hospital or something before the day is over. I am far from a superstitious person, but, hey, in the interest of science, I might as well write down the events of this morning. I guess listening to the ‘prophecy and omens’ episode (33) of the Dragon’s Landing Podcast on the way to work didn’t help either.
So, I start my day by getting up, looking at my calendar, and realizing that it’s April 13, and I still haven’t done my taxes. Shit. Not the best way to wake up. So I head over to the PimpRig, bring up Firefox, and check out the local government tax website. A serious-but-friendly talking head informs me that I have ’till the 18th to send in my tax return. Whew. I was afraid I had till tomorrow. So I look around for the free e-filing app they have every year, and find it. Windows-only, of course. Not that I’d let a little thing like that stop me. One visit to the Adept package management system later, and Wine is installed on my system. Before my breakfast had even finished cooling, I had the tax application installed and working on my Kubuntu box. Nice.
So, with that bit of unpleasantness behind me, I got up, got ready, and headed off to work. First thing I see as I get out of the house is the Tree of Death. There’s a huge dead tree right in front of my house (I keep meaning to take a picture someday), and there’s a colony of changos (the puertorican version of crows), about 13 (!) of them, that have taken residence on it. They’re not there all the time, but when they are, it’s a fuckin’ creepy sight: big tree, bare branches, speckled with cawing black dots. They were all there this morning. *shudder*
I get in my car, and start driving off. No sooner do I get out of my neighborhood that I run into a traffic snarl. That’s weird, normally, the traffic doesn’t start until I hit the highway. The cause? Dead body in a gutter. No blood, no car tire skid marks, just some old guy keeled over dead in a gutter. Heart attack or drug overdose, most likely, as I didn’t see any obvious wounds as I nearly drove over him (the cars in the other lane were pushing me almost into the gutter in their urge to gawk at the corpse).
So, crepy-ass morning so far. On top of all this, the day is gray, rainy, stormy and dark, and as I got on the highway I witnessed birds flying erratically and fighting each other at least 3 times. And, again, as I hit play on my iPod, the show that comes up is all about omens and prophecies.
Updates as they happen, if I live through the day.











April 14th, 2006 at 11:14 pm
Trust me, changos have got nothing on real crows (I actually find changos to be pretty cute - they’re smart birds). Crows are fucking HUGE. Imagine opening your balcony door and finding three of those big motherfuckers just sitting there. And their beaks, holy shit…they could poke your eyes out if they ever wanted to.
I fear for the days when birds finally revolt against humanity…
April 18th, 2006 at 2:37 pm
Changos aere most definately not crows, anyone who calls a chango a crow has never seen a crow, changos are magpies.